The sun hangs softly in the sky, and the sunshine in spring is like a lover's arm, gentle but not blazing. From time to time, a breeze swept across his face, flying into the air with the warbler and the swallow. Strange things happen every day in the capital, and as for now, there are two people.

On this roof, Cold Moon had been standing for an hour, and beads of sweat began to drip from his forehead, falling on the tiles around him, making a sound that only he could hear.

"I said old man, you save it, you can't outrun me. There was also a man standing on the other side of the roof, but Hanyue couldn't see the man's face, and his whole body was covered with a cloth. Cold Moon chased him here, and he was also in a stalemate here.

The old man didn't speak, his eyes shining through the cloth to Cold Moon's face. Cold and rebellious.

"Do you agree with me if you don't speak?" Hanyue teased, although he was very tired now, sometimes the mental pleasure was much better than the physical one.

"You're so old, even if you were to rest for an hour, you wouldn't be able to outrun me. I advise you to be honest and don't move, maybe I can let you live. Han Yue's right hand had slowly stretched out to the sword at his waist, this sword had been hanging all the year round, and he had never had a chance to show off, and it was really not as chic as his previous master.

Cold Moon continued, "Even if your mistake is too serious, I can treat you to a drink. After all, people like you rarely have the opportunity to drink. ”

Hanyue said to himself while in front of him.

The old man's body was trembling, he was indeed as Hanyue said, he was old, and he didn't have Hanyue's physical strength. It's just that being caught like this, who would be willing.

Han Yue pointed to the old man who didn't speak and said, "Then, you don't give me face." When the time comes, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly. ”

Hanyue smiled as she walked up the eaves. The old man's gaze narrowed with every step he took, and his eyes were fixed on the sword in Cold Moon's palm. He could already smell the murderous aura in that sword.

"You want to kill me?"

The old man finally spoke, his voice hoarse and old.

Han Yue's brows furrowed, this voice seemed to have been heard somewhere, somewhat familiar. But now he needed to concentrate all his attention on the person in front of him, and the corners of Hanyue's mouth curled.

"I don't want to kill you, I just need you to tell me your secrets. ”

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know who killed the dozens of lives of Yi Bao Xing?" Han Yue's eyes changed, and when he said this, he seemed to be enduring great pain. This pain was not his, but he chose to bear it. For no one can take life as a child's play, and a murderer is like a dog slaughterer, and a beast is also a beast.

"I see. The old man sighed, as if he was thinking that Hanyue was not worth it, he thought that Hanyue would ask him about the box, but he didn't expect to ask such a simple thing. He tilted his head, revealing his far-reaching eyes, dark and hollow.

"I can tell you the answer, but there is only one kind of person who deserves to know the answer. ”

"Dead people?"

Cold Moon was laughing, and the moment he laughed, his sword was already swinging.

The old man was laughing, too, and he stood straight. But the moment he saw Han Yue's sword coming, his figure had already disappeared, this move was neither fast nor slow, but he calculated everything, including the direction, position, and strength of Han Yue's move.

Han Yue sneered, turned around and slashed again, he also calculated the position where the old man appeared, and there was a sound of Jin Ge staggered. Hanyue stepped back, and when he looked again, the old man had an extra knife in his hand at some point. Han Yue's heart was shocked, this is also a weapon!

The knife is not big, no more than two inches long.

A two-inch knife, but it looks like an ordinary paring knife.

The knife is held in the hand, as if just to peel a fruit. It's just that such a knife has a unique power in the old man's hand, and the smile on the corner of Han Yue's mouth has solidified, and his expression has become serious. This is a duel, a duel between life and death, and there is only one end for anyone who dares to despise it.

The cold moon did not move, but bowed deeply and said loudly: "In the cold moon." ”

The old man didn't move, but just raised his eyes to look at him and said, "Kill me, and you'll know who I am." ”

The wind blew through the rooftops, and the dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and a slight drizzle began to drip from the sky to the ground. The wind and rain are coming, turning the river and the sea.

What is the essence of swordsmanship, whether it is its speed, or its sharpness, or its dazzling moves. Everyone who uses a sword has actually spent their lives chasing this answer. Han Yue used to use a sword in the past, relying on its speed, and only the speed of the sword in this world can be so clean and pure.

But there will still be a limit to speed, and there will still be a trajectory to follow. Then his sword will be broken, and when his sword begins to produce shadows, that is when he fails.

And the old man's knife is like the shadow of the sword, lingering. One inch is short, one inch is dangerous. But in the face of the old man's ghostly body, this doesn't seem to be much of a problem. Especially his familiarity with the Cold Moon Sword Technique, Cold Moon had already begun to retreat, and he could only retreat.

The sound of the hilt of the sword was felt again. Han Yue's body tilted, and his sword move finally showed a flaw, a huge flaw.

Han Yue wanted to retreat, he knew that the old man would not let go of this flaw. A master's move is often fatal in an instant! Han Yue knew that he had made a big deal this time. The rainstorm stopped suddenly, and the cold moon couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat on his face. With one foot shattering the tiles under his feet, the cold moon flew up.

After avoiding the old man's killing move, Hanyue's body had fallen into the air.

At this moment, Han Yue's back had all leaked under the old man's knife, Han Yue's heart began to sink, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble, this tremor had begun to affect his sword, and the sword was wailing. Is it mourning for his master?,Han Yue suddenly felt that she was so close to death.

Knife light!

Two-inch knives!

Bloodlight!

Five feet of blood!

The world suddenly became quiet, and the sound of the rain seemed to have stopped in an instant, and there was no sound or shadow between heaven and earth. Hanyue opened his eyes, and the rain washed the blood on the sword, his sword, the blood of the old man. At the moment now, Han Yue suddenly turned around, turned around and stabbed the old man in the chest with a sword.

The cloth on the old man's face had been blown away by the wind, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Why?" asked the old man, trembling.

Hanyue's heart sighed and trembled.

"You know every one of my swordsmanship, and when I told you that there was no way back in this style, you must have thought that you had won!"

"You guessed it was me?"

Han Yue shook his head, "It wasn't until I found out that my swordsmanship was restrained by you everywhere that I thought you would be someone I was familiar with, but I didn't expect that it would really be you!"

The old man wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Hanyue could only fall heavily to the ground.

In the past, they used to drink together. He remembered that when he had nowhere to go, he would always go to the old man, sometimes dancing with swords, sometimes fighting wine, and if he smashed something, the old man would just smile. At the beginning, when Hanyue heard that the old man's house was on fire, he really thought that there was no one to drink with him anymore. However, I didn't expect it.

The old man was Carpenter Wang.